emily just dressed me up in this skirt and shit. can you say pooch? god i feel like shit now. i really didnt need to see myself in something other than my favorite jeans. especially in front of someone. i didnt even win the jeans that i desperately need. i wish i wasnt so fucking stupid. i wish i could remember things. i hate getting ragged on for not having a good memory or being silly. emily and desiree are in the bathroom. boy do i feel like dying. crying. whatever.